Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Georgia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.